What a lame sock hop

Here is a little something that I wrote to a friend of mine. I kinda want to preserve it for posterity.

Hey there, Bri. I thought about you this weekend. Here's why.

Your friend David Palmer and I attended a 50s/60s-themed sock hop last Saturday. I think that we were both bored, though. There weren't a lot of good dance partners, and people were pretty much just shaking around. Too bad; I was kinda hoping for some authentic 50s-style dancing... or at least some attempt at it.

Even though it was a 50s and 60s event, the band mostly played 60s tunes (plus some 70s stuff). IMO, there wasn't a lot of good dance music that came out of the 60s, since it was mostly known for listening music. Most Beatles music wasn't really meant for dancing, for example, though one can certainly shake around to it.

I remember that they started with some more danceable songs, during which the dance floor was fairly bare. Once the band played some shake-it-around kinds of numbers though, the floor was suddenly flooded with people. At one point, David and I looked at each other from the sidelines and said, "We can't dance to this."

Anyway, that's why I thought of you. I remember you saying that you like to take pride in your dancing, which is why you don't like to shake it around unless you're under the influence of alcohol (heh). Apparently, David feels the same way we do. He said that he likes to have some sort of plan when he's dancing, and I agree with that sentiment. I love the artistry that comes from dancing well, and I just can't take any pride in wiggling or swaying around.

To each his own, though.